Magic Rising by Jace Mitchell & Michael Anderle

Author:Jace Mitchell & Michael Anderle [Mitchell, Jace & Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-12-25T07:00:00+00:00

The head guard walked down the steps.

He went straight to Belarus’s room in the castle.

He didn’t knock, simply burst inside.

Belarus’s bed was in the center of the room. Two women popped up from beneath the covers, one on either side of Belarus.

“What the fuck?” Belarus said groggily, pulling himself from his slumber and climbing out from beneath the blankets.

“What was that, Belarus? I don’t think I heard you correctly,” Harold asked, still standing in the open doorway.

Belarus’s eyes grew to the size of eggs. “Sorry, boss. Sorry. I didn’t know it was you. Sorry.”

He was rambling, and Harold didn’t have time for it. He closed the door and lit a lantern to his right.

“Who the hell is that?” one of the whores asked, clearly not pleased about having been woken.

Harold’s eyebrows raised. “Who am I?”

“You gonna get rid of him?” the other whore asked.

Belarus’ eyes were still huge. He reached over and smacked the woman on his left, then shoved the one on his right off the bed. She shrieked as her bare ass hit the floor.

“Get outta here, both of ya!” Belarus stepped from the bed as he shouted, dragging the other woman with him. He threw her toward the door.

She turned around, staring at Belarus. “That wasn’t worth the money or the sleep, with your little bitty dick!”

“Oh, hush it, whore. Just get outta here.”

Harold watched with a slight smile as the women made their way from the room, shouting obscenities about the size of Belarus’s genitals.

Finally, the door was closed and the two were alone.

“Have a good night last night, Belarus?” Harold asked.

“Sorry, boss. I ain’t expect ya to just show up like that. I mean, you’re more than welcome to. Can come and go as you please, that’s the way I look at it.”

Harold waved the groveling away. “Just hush. We’ve got things to discuss.”

“More?” Belarus asked.

The man’s going to open his mouth like that in front of Rendal one day, Harold thought, and the mage is going to take his whole head off for his tongue’s offense.

“Yes, more. That okay with you?”

“‘Course, boss. ‘Course it’s okay. We just... Well, ya know, we got a lot goin’ on already, wouldn’t ya say?” Belarus asked.

The man had no damned filter. He was dumber than a bag of nails, and Harold was cursed with him.

“It doesn’t matter. Plans are changing, Belarus, and once again, I’d advise you to keep your fucking trap shut unless you feel like your life has been too long and you’re ready to step away from it. You understand what I’m telling you, Belarus?”

The guard swallowed, nodding hard. “Yeah, boss. I got it. I understand.”

“Good.” Harold moved across the room and looked at the bed. He thought about sitting on it for about half a second, then chose a chair at a small desk. “Sit down, Belarus.”

He hustled to the bed and sat as quickly as a puppy expecting a treat.

“You remember Riley, right? The woman who broke your arm?”

“I remember the bitch,” Belarus spat.

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